The Fall from Grace Part III

Strolling down the street with a joyous skip in his step, Xsaxis finally had his life in order. He was thinking about the beautiful smile his beloved had and was happily ignorant of his surroundings. The last thing he clearly remembered was the breeze picking up and the smell of rain on the wind. Xsaxis stopped dead in his tracks. He felt a sliver of pain coming from within his chest. Lowering his head he noticed the point of a blood stained blade coming through his chest.

**He slowly fingers the blade. Time slows down, every beat of his heart feels like an entire life instead of the second it really is. Removing his hand from the wound he observes his blood dripping to the ground, dripping from his finger tips. Just before he collapsed he turns around and looks into the eyes of his killer, me. **

"Pivno!" he gasped as his lungs burned from the lack of oxygen. "I do not understand, why?" "WHY!" shouted back Pivno. "Why you had doomed this town with your lies and deceit. It was clear to me that the town would do nothing to you, so I took it upon myself to do the right thing for the towns sake." With a confused look on his face Xsaxis used the last of his strength to say "I do not know what you believe I have done, but I fear you might have pierced both me and this town through the heart. This is nothing more than an assassination! You may have given Miruvhor a wound it will never recover from." Pivno knew not if his words were meant as a threat or a curse, but either way he had just rid the town of its greatest foe; its greatest flaw. Soon everyone would see that. Without saying a word, Pivno ran off into the darkness.

A strong sense of pain erupted inside Pivnos chest. He had killed a man. His pulse started beating so rapidly that he feared the sound might be overheard. He ran home quickly through the rain, never stopping, a dark glimmer in his eyes. He thought to himself 'What a fool, how dare he threaten me while pierced by my very blade! I did the right thing. This town will only prosper now that he is dead; all because of me, my own actions. It was me that caused the town to carry on. Perhaps these people were led further astray than I had thought, though? No matter. They will listen to reason. If they do not, then I will make them listen. My father built this town. It is only fitting that his son rules it; even the gods would not deny me my birthright. It is mine. "I made this town fall." 'Bah' I say to that. I will give this town a re-birth that will be remembered for many years to come, one that it can not change from.' And since his mind was already decided, Deezil caused him to go insane, making his decisions the right ones to himself. Then, for no reason Pivno could think of, he began to cry softly. He put his face in his hands and started to sob.

Xsaxis blinked again, his mind racing with a million different thoughts. No one truly knows what goes through a mans mind when he is dying, but Xsaxis knew his own thoughts. 'Never again will I see my familys farm, the mountains by my home, or taste the sweetness of a bright red apple.' Just before his life faded away into the void he muttered "Tell Angelise I love her" even though no one was around to hear his voice. The god Rotarx took pity on him and allowed his voice to travel on the wind and reach Angelises ears many miles away. Slowly Xsaxis mind grew silent as the last lingering vestiges of his love faded with his sight.

With that, another page turns in the book of history and myth. A life that should have brought forth a time of prosperity and wealth to all of Miruvhor caused the prized city to fall into darkness and thus "The Fall From Grace".

** Exact wording taking from Pivnos journal.